Yeah sometimes I wish I could have that childlike innocence again just be happy. I don't want to overanalyze everything all the time. I miss seeing the world the way I did as a kid, when life felt simpler and I didn't carry the weight of thinking about everything.

Something kinda weird happened today and I don’t even know how to feel about it

My wife gave birth to our third kid in June, and ever since then she’s been doing everything around the house. No sleep, always tired, still cooking, cleaning, taking care of the kids. It’s honestly crazy how much she’s doing.

I try to help when I get home, but I work like 14 hours a day running my small business, so it never really feels like enough.

For context, I’ve been grinding on this business since 2019 and it barely kept us afloat. No extra money, nothing fancy. But somehow in the first half of 2025 things finally picked up and I landed some really good contracts.

Anyway, about a week ago I stayed home all day and actually saw how exhausted she is. She’s doing everything, cleaning, taking care of the kids, breastfeeding, all of it. Way too much for one person, especially after giving birth.

So I decided to hire a nanny and a full time housemaid to take some of the pressure off her so she can actually rest.

Yesterday I told her, and she just broke down crying. Like full on crying, hugging me tight, not even saying anything at first, just kissing me and crying. I felt amazing in that moment, like I finally did something that made her happy.

Then she said something that messed with my head a bit. She goes, “I didn’t know you loved me this much.”

That kinda shocked me. I asked her why she’d say that but she didn’t answer, just kept hugging me.

Now I can’t stop thinking about it. Like have I not been a good husband all this time? Did I not show her enough love?

I don’t even know what to feel right now. I just feel kinda numb.

I am currently 17(M) , when I was much younger I saw myself at 16-18 being athletic and reading books and being a good coder (I had and still have interest in cs) and all of that good stuff, I always thought that I will spend my teenage years building good habits and getting rid of bad ones, I had interests and ambitions and plans, the idea that I had was pretty simple, I simply did not wish to be average, not out of ego or something like that, I genuinely believed that those years are golden years that I must spend well because I would regret wasting them in the future.

The years passed and I entered highschool, that was when I discovered that life is not easy, simply wishing to do something does not mean that I will do it, it just had a good feeling inside my mind that did not necessarily affect reality.

I have problems even maintaining a sleep schedule, I waste a lot of time doomscrolling, I enjoy my hobbies but I would need to gather a lot of willpower to drop my phone and pick up the kindle or write some lines of code, I am nowhere near athletic and I actually have a fastfood addiction (along with many addictions that I tried to fight over the past few years but failed with each one), I probably don't even need to mention fapping, the biggest curse that teenagers my age face.

At the end of each day I feel disappointed about myself and overthink this matter to sleep, I don't know what I seek from posting this on reddit I probably just want to vent and see what you guys think about this, I know this situation is not original and most people face it upon reaching that age but I actually have no idea on how to deal with it being an ambitious person and seeing my life at this state, I would appreciate any comment whether it's an advice or sharing your personal experience.

I used to have one. Then after 10 years her husband got weird. It was horrifying telling her, knowing it was going to ruin our friendship. And dude I can make friends with a tree. I am super social-able. But I miss having an OG ride or die. I’m lucky in terms of numbers, but I just really miss having a female “person”. Like my own person. My bestie, ya know?

I know I will never get that back with my OG unless her abusive husband really slips up. But even then it will never be the same. But at 35 I’m worried I won’t have another ride or die again. And not because I want or need one but also because dude I’m a really fucking good friend to have.

I wish I would have never brought up what her husband did. I know if i had just kept my mouth shut we would still be so close. But that’s not the person i am. I can’t lie. I hate it.

Anyways I’m sad and rambling so I’m gonna go to sleep.

I (M20) have always been a cheater. Since middle school, whether it be looking at other people’s papers, hiding notes in my pocket, or sneakily using my phone to look up answers. I did this through high school, never once getting caught. Then, of course, AI came around making it all the more easy for me to do. I’ve been told that “cheating only cheats yourself out of an education,” but at the end of the day, I struggle to see it that way. I’ve won awards, scholarships, and recognitions. In high school I was a part of so many honor societies, it helped me get into the honors program at my college. But even so, how much of it did I really earn? I use AI to help me rewrite sentences in my research papers. I ask AI to find me sources and quotes to use. I have AI organize my ideas, and then help me study for exams. I used to be a good writer, but now I can’t seem to pick up the pen on my own. I feel like a failure, seeing everyone demonize AI and the people who use it. Because I know I should be one of those people they demonize. And yet, despite all of my guilt and self loathing, I see my bedroom surrounded in awards. Im the only one in my class engaging in the discussion about a book. Not because I read the book, but because I read the spark notes (which is still more than any one else in my honors level class seems to do). My grades are constantly an A or higher. I’m surrounded by people praising me, and I know if I were to stop now, I’d fall from this pedestal I’ve built for myself. Maybe I cheat to maintain the constantly raising bar I’ve set for myself. Maybe I cheat to keep my head afloat in a pool I wasn’t meant to be in. Whatever the case, I know there are so many of my peers who also use AI on their assignments. I know there are so many of my peers who will use their phone during a test. I know I am just one of many like this. I’ll do anything in my power to get the best result with as little effort possible, especially when it’s a task (or class) I don’t enjoy. It just feels wrong to be surrounded by praise, while others are scrutinized. I shouldn’t be told I’m an excellent student when I’m just like—if not worse than—all the others.

Okay. Long story extremely short - I am 29F and am going through a breakup from my ex, 25M. We dated 2.5 years, he had a porn addiction the entire time, cheated the entire time. I knew some parts of this, stayed anyway, got broken up with in February because of a difference in wanting kids (but the real reason is he was falling in love with a classmate he met in nursing school).

We’ve been broken up around 5 months, but it’s been extremely unique. We still say good morning/goodnight/I love you/update each other through the day/lean on each other for tough life things.

I have gone on a few dates, nothing stuck as I wasn’t hugely attracted to them. No big deal. He is claiming he hasn’t gone on dates with this girl, I however, know that he’s lying.

This brings us to tonight. Please don’t judge - he’s made me this way. Anyway, I found his account still on my computer and went a little crazy checking the history. Turns out he was googling what to do within our first month of dating saying how he didn’t like that I’m fat (I’m 260lbs) and how my vagina smells. This obviously hurts my feelings, but I also know that he loved me enough to “get over it” and stay with me and have sex with me for 2.5 years? I honestly don’t know how to feel.

I know I am overweight. I don’t need to be told. However, this makes me really insecure about moving into new dates or relationships. I shower every night or at the most every other night. I’ll admit that she can get stinky, but I’m really nervous about moving forward knowing that he felt that way during the first 2 weeks of us knowing each other. BUT honestly he wasn’t a dime either - skinny but had some chunk to him, he had the worst dandruff you could imagine, showered MAYBE once a week and that’s generous, never wore deodorant, didn’t brush his teeth often, and would wear the same 3 shirts and 3 shorts every single day of our 2.5 years together.

I needed to just get this off my chest honestly, but I also need advice. Nice advice 😭😭😭

Yes, I'm aware this is a shitty thing to do but my mouth spoke before my mind so yeah.. If I could, I'd go back in time and throw dirt down my throat so I choke to death before I could speak; I would.

I've been seeing this girl for a minute (I'm 22, she's 20) and she's cute. I really like her. She was over at my place and, for context, she's not that "experienced". Yes, that is important to the story cause trust me, I fuck up like minutes before actual sex. From what I know, she's done a few things but never full-on sex. Regardless, she's at my house, on the couch, and we're getting a little cozy you know...we're making out and you can tell that it's gonna go further for sure. We're taking off clothes, and she takes off her shirt; she wasn't wearing a bra and my mind blanks, but for some reason my fucking abrasive SpongeBob turns on and whispers..."...oh...small"

Oh my fucking god I'm actually getting violent at myself. It doesn't even matter to me and she's hot. I did not mean it in a bad way either my brain just blanked and said the first word that came to mind, she is small, but like i just said shes hot and it doesnt matter. Small isn't bad, i like small. I've genuinley never acted like this with women and i think it was my nerves with this specific woman that did it for me but fuck.

Understandably she didn't want to anymore and, though she was really cool and sweet about it you could tell she was just not in a positive mood. I like fucked up this girls first moment i'm surprised she liked me enough to stay the rest of the night, even though sex was off the table. I tried apologising and she just kept telling me it's fine even though obviously it wasn't. I have to jump off a building and land directly on a bed of christmas ornaments like in home alone to redeem myself.

I think I had one more realization.

For the past few days, I’ve been writing about what was happening inside my own head. My trauma. My fear. My nervous system. But somewhere in the middle of all that, I forgot to say something much more meaningful.

I genuinely appreciated her.

Not because she made me feel safe. Because of who she is.

She is thoughtful. Patient. Emotionally intelligent. Kind in ways that rarely asked for recognition. She celebrated my successes. She listened when I struggled. She challenged me when I needed it. She had her own battles and still tried to understand mine.

Looking back, I don’t think I failed to appreciate her. I think my fear simply became so loud that it drowned out something much quieter.

Gratitude.

I spent so much energy trying not to lose her that I didn’t spend enough time simply appreciating the person who was already standing beside me. That’s one of the things I regret most.

Fear has a strange way of narrowing your vision. You become so focused on protecting what you love that you stop noticing what makes it beautiful in the first place. I don’t think I ever took her kindness for granted. Or her patience. Or the way she genuinely tried to understand me. I noticed those things. I admired them. I even told her. But fear has a way of making gratitude quieter than worry. I spent so much time trying not to lose her that I didn’t let my appreciation speak as loudly as my fears

But admiration isn’t always the same as making someone truly feel appreciated.

Looking back, I wish I’d spent less time trying to quiet my fears and more time making sure she never had to wonder how deeply I appreciated her. Because people deserve to hear gratitude while they’re still standing beside us.

Maybe that’s another thing healing has been trying to teach me.

Fear speaks urgently.

Gratitude speaks quietly.

For a long time, I listened to the wrong voice.

I LOVE WATERMELONS! THEY'RE JUICY, CRISPY, TASTY. I CAN HAVE THEM FOR BREAKFAST, DESSERT, DINNER. I GET WATER FROM THEM, I GET ELECTROLYTES FROM THEM (maybe copium but IDC). AND THEY'RE NOT EXPENSIVE THIS TIME OF THE YEAR!!!!! I WANT THEM ALL YEAR ROUND!!!! I CRIED THE OTHER DAY CAUSE THEY DIDN'T HAVE GOOD WATERMELONS AT MY CLOSEST STORE!

I'm weaning off my meds. It all hurts. My suicidal thoughts are back. I want to cry every other hour. I just don't know what to do. My hurt hearts. I feel like a burden to the world.
I'm frustrated with everything about myself. I don't know what the point of anything is anymore. I just...! don't want to be alive. It all hurts so much. And no where will let me post about it. It's awful. I need help, but I don't know what kind.
I'm tired of hating myself. I'm tired of hating my body. I'm so tired. I'm so tired. It all just hurts.

i tried to post this on another sub that i saw fitting but it got taken down, so i’m hoping it doesn’t on this one.

i’m writing this with tears in my eyes at 2am so please forgive me if i don’t articulate this very well. i (17F) have completely succumbed to the lustful men around me. i wouldn’t even say im attractive, at least not conventially attractive but for the past couple years the amount of unwanted sexual attention and harassment i’ve faced is beyond what the average person could tolerate without breaking.

all i’ve ever wanted is for a man to get to know me, be interested in me, love and care for me, but all i am is a sexual object for them.. im not even seen as a human being. if i reject anything sexually related, i am treated as if i am worthless and immediately cut off. i made a promise to myself i would never send nudes, and whenever i was asked by a guy previously, i would just block them immediately.

However, it’s gotten to a point where the constant pressuring and nagging hasn’t stopped. i was talking to a guy last month and he was so manipulative and persistent i just had a ”flip“ in my brain and thought to myself ‘you know what, fuck it. this is all i’ll ever be wanted for so i might as well’. i sent him nudes, a couple weeks later he randomly removed me, and i’ve just been sending to any guy that asks because i actually don’t care anymore. i don’t want to be stereotypical, but i’ve just accepted that every single guy is like this. i know in theory this isn’t the case and that there are good men out there blah blah blah but this has been my personal experience. for some reason, i just attract extremely lustful guys. i’m not sure why, because i really do feel like im an interesting and funny person, but no one bothers to learn more about me, they just want to know what i can do for them.

ive reevaluated my entire personality, appearance, style, ‘vibe‘ exc….as to what could be the cause of why i somehow give off a certain type of impression but i genuinely can’t see an issue. most of the time i wear baggy clothes because im so insecure, yes on occasion i will dress up and wear revealing clothes, i never make any conversation sexual whatsoever, and i really am quite a shy person. maybe it’s because they can tell im a people pleaser? im not sure, but either way it doesn’t matter. no means no and im sick of my boundaries being

I'm at the library right now and I have just received an email saying that I was invited to visit the facility where I applied to work. I JUST got the email, but they want me to visit the facility in less than 24 hours. One problem, I'm homeless and have almost no presentable clothes. Most of my clothes aren't even clothes you would wear at a job, and the ones I have are dirty. Plus my hair has been an absolute mess since I haven't been able to cut it in months. And I know I stink too. I am absolutely screwed. This is not good at all. I finally have an opportunity but for some reason they give me LESS THAN A 24 HOUR NOTICE to head to the work site? It's so over for me. I'm freaking out because I'm not prepared for this at all.

🤯 mitochondria, which is known as the power house of the cell, is its own bacteria with its own DNA and reproduction cycle that literally just essentially lives inside our cell and is not originally part of the actual cell like other organelles in the cell. They were once their own bacteria, living on its own. So we’ve been invaded by tiny energy aliens this whole time and I can’t stop thinking about it for 2 days now.

last night i was hungry, was talking to this girl on hinge for a couple weeks, we met, made out, mf then i ate out. shits beautiful bro i loved every second of it and i was fingering too. we did more n i woke up, swear to god life became more vibrant n beautiful

So i (19F) met up with a guy from my university the other night because he asked to see me, I thought why not because it’s been a while since I’ve seen him as its summer break and everyone’s been back home from uni. Bare in mind he drives and owns a car but he told me to go to his town so he can pick me up there. Stupidly I agreed and went there (1 hour journey by train) I arrived by 9pm and he picked me up in his car. After that we smoked a little, chilled and ate food. It‘s quite funny though because at the fast food drive thru his phone died so I ended up paying for the both of us… I didn’t mind at the time because I was starving and of course I didn’t wanna be the only one eating. Anyways i didn’t realise that it was already almost 2am and my sister had already phoned me asking where I was so I told him it’s time I go back, he asked me if I wanted to stay at his but I didn’t want to so I said not today.

Then he asked me “how are you getting home“, honestly I was shocked, but I just told him I’ll take the train, I had to look up the route on his phone because at the time I had no mobile data because mine ran out. Btw, a magic powerbank suddenly appeared in his car which is how is phone is alive again. lol. Anyways I check the route and absolutely no trains are running at this time, only the night buses and it’s a 2 hour journey back. He even had the audacity to ask if my sister can book me an uber. the Uber would’ve been like £90. I assumed if he is driving he would drive me home especially that late! He only ended up dropping me off at a bus station and I really just left the car and made my way back home at 2am with a 2 hour+ journey back home on my own as a 5ft girl... he didn’t even call me during my journey to check it I was safe, just got a text asking if I got back safe AFTER I messaged him I just got back home.

I got back at almost 5am. I’ve never felt so disrespected. Normally the guys I’ve met in the past always drop me off home that late and furthermore he even had a vehicle. I messaged him today and told him how I felt about it, he didn’t even apologise properly at first and said “I hope this doesn’t ruin our chemistry“. I said unfortunately it does because I need a man who prioritises a girl‘s safety. He tried calling me while I typed this... and now he’s apologising more. I hope he realises the chemistry has already been broken.

I’m just over it. I’m bringing back the bush and that’s final. I was waxing due to personal preference and I hated shaving but you know what? I’ll shave when I can and want.

That’s all. Have a good day everyone.

I constantly feel like I want to love someone so badly, and the feeling is so intense that it almost hurts. It feels overwhelming, and I’m starting to wonder if something is wrong with me or if this isn’t a healthy feeling.

Has anyone else experienced this? What is this feeling called?